After the jabs, the visas, the planning, the moving out, the moving in, the packing, the planning, the TEFL course, the goodbyes, the saving, the remortgage, the dentist, the direct debits, the job, the equipment, the tenants, the wellwishes, the car , the bloody lettings agents, the tickets, the blogs and email being set up I finally sat on the plane to Delhi feeling a little numb and sat between a Kenyan woman from Denver who, between coughing fits tells me she is going to hospital in Delhi for "treatment" and a nutty old indian woman on the aisle who refused to let me in and out of my seat and continued to bark at me in Hindu for the first couple of hours. We eventually bonded over an armrest and a flavourless inflight curry. After grabbing an hour's doze we arrived at dawn in a hazy, crazy Delhi......